It all started when I was a puppy. I would hang around the softball field a lot because, hey, I got to chase balls and sniff everything! I especially liked the bats. There were so many different kinds, colors, weights, materials, lengths, and technologies. I couldn't get enough. Lucky for me Andy was nice enough to let a stray in. I was given food (hotdogs, meatballs) and water (beer, gatorade) and lots of attention. I thought I had it made. Now I realize it was all part of a plan. They (The Management) wanted to put me to work. Maybe it was because I could smell a cored bat, or see a shell technology bat, or even hear a doublewall, all from 300 feet away. But at least now I have a home and a purpose. I have become batdog!

Illegal bat finder.

Burying bones, sniffing, digging up dirt.